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Kilt crisis, Emergency, Have you heard about the bird? Finally!! I can add an entry. I'm going to buy that gold membership, dammit, if I could ever find $31.00 somehow. ======================================= I have two days to report on now. First of all, Sunday. Oh, what a day that was. First thing in the morning we got up and headed to the British Isles festival. What can I say about it. I suppose two words sum it up the best. It Sucked. We had to walk a quarter of a mile after being parked in an overgrown muddy field. It was disgusting, and I wondered how it was that it smelled like dead fish when there wasn't any ponds in sight. Thank goodness we got in for nothing. Some lady was handing out ticket vouchers to random people. Even being free, however, it was overpriced. Free was way too much to pay to get in. And the prices they charged for everything. Two bucks for a small watered down cup of pepsi. No lids, no straws, rude ass workers. Their jewelry was rather pretty, but at $21.00 for a necklace I could buy elsewhere for $7.00, I wasn't about to get one. There were five bands playing at one time. No authentic music at all. It sounded like they hired first time playing rock bands and threw a few bagpipes at them. The first band we heard was so bad they would have caused a riot at any music establishment. Ugh. There was mud everywhere. They had small patches of straw around, but I was glad I had on sandals that attached with a strap on my ankles, or they would have been sucked right off my feet, (Oh lord think of the g00gle hits that one is going to get me.) the mud was that bad. We walked by a woman selling floral headwear, who greeted us with a british accent. We asked her what was with all the mud, and she came out with her real Indiana speech pattern and her answer: "Because the guy who runs this is event is a cheap bastard." He wouldn't pay for more straw to cover up the horrific mud. The bugs were out en masse and kept falling all over me. The humidity was terrible. We stopped for a while to watch the sports event, and these guys were built. I mean huge. There was one guy in particular that was hot. Long blond hair, kind of a bad-boy look, except he was a little too pretty. Of course I knew what his girlfriend must look like, and up she strolled. Too much perfume, fake deep tan, bleach blond hair and huge, had to be plastic surgeon enhanced fakes. Yuck. Not a good time at all. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone. It started getting crowded, and three words describe the scene layed out before us: Freaks on Parade. I swear I have never seen anything like it. And you will never convince me that Kilts now come in hawaiian print. Or for that matter, cameoflage. Some people raided their sisters closet. We drove out of there (after hiking to our cars) and drove out through the country to find a connection to get into town. I found where I want to live. Its a little college town with old buildings, general stores, places to take art classes, and little coffee and book shops. I was so happy to see apartments above the stores. I've always wanted to live above a little shop in an old brick building. It was just beautiful. We got lost, and wound up in the smallest town known to man. Finally we pulled into a gas station. Have you ever forgotten to bring pepto bismal, and your stomach just knew it? I was running for the gas station bathroom, and wouldn't you know it there was no toilet paper. Luckily I hadn't sat down. I came out and the cashier handed me this massive, roulette wheel sized roll. There was no where to put the darn thing, except on the side of the sink. Of course it had to fall in. So here is this sopping wet roll of toilet paper and I'm thinking, "this woman is going to think I peed all over the paper!" So I'm frantically tearing off mass amounts of paper and throwing it as inconspicuously as I can into the trash can, flushing and running the hand dryer vigorously in the direction of the toilet to try to dispell some of the smell. I didn't stick around while she went in to attach the roll to the holder. I made good time running to the car and hiding. So! We get back into my town and found a place we love to eat. This is hours later, so my bladder is screaming at me again. I let my Mom go in first so I can order the drinks for her and I. I see a woman come out of the restroom and say to a server, "Some woman...in the bathroom." that's all I heard, and suddenly I just Knew Mom had fallen. I bolted out of my chair, nearly scaring my Uncle and brother to death and said, "Oh my god, it's Mom!" and ran as fast as I could to the restroom. Mom was laying on the floor by the sinks, crying. She hit her head, hurt her neck, head, lower back, and broke her ankle and maybe a bone in her foot. The floor was so greasy in there I can see how it happened. The manager came in and called the ambulance. Mom walked out of the restaurant on her own, I think it was on pure adrenaline. Thus began our five hour wait in a hospital emergency room. They didn't have any beds, so they left her on the guerney out in the open by the nurses desk. After ten xrays, a Cat scan and tedious waiting, Mom was casted and we were sent home. I finally got to eat something and use the bathroom, after having to wait 8 hours for a bathroom and 12 hours to eat something. ======================================= Today was pretty uneventful, until the kids found a bird who had been attacked by a cat. The poor baby couldn't fly, and we couldn't get it back into the nest. Somehow it was deposited into my hands, and seemed totally undisturbed by humans. It just blinked and looked around at all of the commotion. I held it while we were figuring out what to do with it, and it tucked its head under it's wing and slept. All together now: "Awwwww." It was so cute. The bird is now residing in a dog carrier, on a towel out on our front porch swing. We're taking it to a bird rescue tomorrow so they can nurse it back to health (cat saliva is a nasty thing to birds, and the skin underneath its wing is all torn up, and it's missing its tail) and send it back on it's merry way into the wild. I for the life of me cannot identify what kind of bird it is. I'm hoping this mystery will be solved my bird rescue, and it will be all right. |